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Old Master Lu strode over to Shadow Scorpion's side. Looking at the familiar dark green traces of poison remaining on the ground, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he exclaimed in shock.
"Corroding Bone Miasma?! You are a descendant of the 'Old Man of a Hundred Poisons'?"
As soon as Old Master Lu uttered his words, they immediately sparked a flurry of discussion among the guests.
"The Hundred Poisons Elder? Isn't that the highly poisonous demon who was besieged by the Tang Clan more than 20 years ago and died from the poison of the pill? How come he still has a legacy left behind, and his disciples have even joined the Quanxing Sect!"
"I've heard from my elders that this poison can not only corrode flesh and bones, but also erode the 'qi' in the meridians of extraordinary people, causing it to stagnate or even become disordered. Once infected, it is extremely difficult to remove. Back then, it caused many righteous experts to die!"
"Such a potent poison? Yet this young disciple of the Celestial Master seems completely unharmed!"
"Needless to say? This is the last disciple of the Celestial Master. He must have inherited all the true teachings, possesses extraordinary treasures, and is immune to all poisons!"
"As expected of Longhu Mountain! Their top disciple is unfathomable, and even this seemingly youngest one possesses such ruthless methods!"
Discussions rose and fell, and the way everyone looked at the group from Longhu Mountain completely changed.
Besides shock, there was also a deep sense of awe.
Old Master Lu's face was extremely grim. He turned to the old Taoist master, bowed solemnly, and was full of apology.
"To allow a member of the Quanxing sect to infiltrate the birthday banquet and disturb our esteemed disciple is an oversight on the part of the Lu family!"
Zhang Jingqing glanced at Zhang Yunyuan, who was unharmed, a hint of surprise and understanding flashing in her eyes that she herself did not realize. Then she waved to Old Master Lu.
"Patriarch Lu, you are exaggerating. It is impossible to guard against such petty people."
He turned to look at Zhang Yunyuan, his tone returning to its usual gentleness.
"Yun Yuan, are you alright?"
Zhang Yunyuan immediately put on a well-behaved and sensible demeanor and shook his head at the old master.
"Master, I'm fine."
He paused, then added, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for those around him to hear.
"His poison doesn't seem to be working."
These words caused the entire room to fall silent once again.
If the unconscious Shadow Scorpion could hear this, it would probably cough up another mouthful of blood.
The way the people around him, especially the younger generation like Lü Ci who were hostile to Longhu Mountain, looked at Zhang Yunyuan changed completely.
There was an added layer of deep apprehension beneath that hostility.
This kid seems even more impressive than I saw at the Lu family's birthday banquet.
Moreover, it's not just a little bit!
This incident not only resulted in Zhang Zhiwei's astonishing performance at Longhu Mountain, but also left an indelible impression on everyone present with his seemingly young closed-door disciple, Zhang Yunyuan, who displayed thunderous power and uncanny resistance to poison.
Zhang Yunyuan was quite satisfied.
Look at that iconic moment! Success!
Check-in successful!
I also managed to show off a little bit, which was perfect!
The birthday banquet ended hastily in a strange and oppressive atmosphere.
On the way back to Longhu Mountain, Zhang Yunyuan followed his master with satisfaction, starting to plan the next place to visit.
Chapter 21 Three Years Pass, Dragons and Tigers in Turmoil
Three years passed in the blink of an eye after the Lu family's martial arts competition.
The pines and cypresses on Longhu Mountain seem to have grown even greener, and the clouds and mist in the mountains seem even more ethereal.
Zhang Yunyuan has been on the mountain for eleven years, and at this time, he is a sixteen-year-old boy.
His constant practice over the years, coupled with the continuous nourishment of his physical body by the Purification of the Dao Body, has long since shed his childishness.
He was tall and slender, and his simple, plain-colored Taoist robe gave him an air of otherworldly elegance.
His face was handsome and refined, with relaxed eyebrows and eyes, and well-defined features. His eyes were calm as a deep pool, and only occasionally would they reveal a depth that did not belong to his age.
He worked harder than ever before during those three years.
Time stands still in the mountains, and the cycle of life is endless in spiritual practice.
He repeatedly tried and integrated the Great Ruyi Force he obtained from the Lu family, that ancient and domineering method of unleashing internal energy, with the fierce characteristics of Yang Wu Lei and the condensed changes of the Golden Light Mantra.
This is a slow and meticulous process, requiring a deep understanding of three completely different power systems.
Ultimately, he created a unique technique called "Lightning Inch Force".
This force can cleverly conceal a trace of condensed Yang Thunder power within the inner strength of the Great Ruyi Force, allowing it to penetrate directly into the opponent's internal organs through the skin and flesh.
The victim may not feel it at first, but after a short while, the energy of Yang Thunder will suddenly erupt, as if a miniature thunder bead has been detonated inside the body. The internal organs and meridians will feel as if struck by lightning, causing unbearable pain, and the victim will instantly lose all fighting power.
This skill became one of his trump cards.
Besides his own spiritual practice, he often heard rumors from his fellow disciples who went down the mountain to buy supplies.
For example, a young man who calls himself "Wugensheng" begins to make a name for himself in the world of supernatural beings.
His style of doing things is both righteous and wicked. He makes friends from all walks of life, and his methods are unpredictable. No one knows his origins or what he really wants to do.
The name of Quanxing Wugensheng is spreading more and more widely throughout the world of supernatural beings with an unstoppable momentum.
Zhang Yunyuan knew that the massive storm that would sweep across the entire world of supernatural beings was already brewing.
On this day, the Celestial Master's Mansion summoned all the younger generation of disciples to hold an internal martial arts demonstration at the training ground on the back mountain.
Under the guise of testing the disciples' progress in cultivation, it was actually an informal screening and observation for the next generation of core successors.
The training ground was packed with people.
The old Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing sat upright in the main seat, his expression solemn and dignified.
Zhang Yunyuan stood calmly in the crowd, but he had already made up his mind.
His current true strength, accumulated through countless check-ins and arduous training, has already firmly reached the peak of the first-class realm, and he is only one step away from the legendary "hero" realm.
With such strength, among the younger generation of Longhu Mountain, apart from the unfathomable senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, probably no one can surpass him.
But he didn't want to reveal all his cards at this moment.
The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.
"System, suppress your cultivation to the peak of the second-rate level."
He meditated in his heart.
[Confirmed. Cultivation level has been adjusted to: Second-rate (Peak).]
The martial arts competition begins with a draw for the duels.
Zhang Yunyuan's luck was neither good nor bad. After a few rounds, he encountered his third senior brother, Tian Jinzhong.
Tian Jinzhong's current strength has firmly reached the lower end of the first tier, and the Golden Light Mantra has become increasingly profound and steady.
The two exchanged blows for dozens of rounds on the field.
Zhang Yunyuan controlled his performance perfectly, sometimes dodging nimbly, sometimes using a refined golden light spell to fight back head-on, making a spectacular display that drew cheers from the crowd.
In the end, in what appeared to be a thrilling exchange, Zhang Yunyuan, "exhausted," staggered back several steps and voluntarily conceded defeat.
"Senior brother, your skills are superb. I've lost."
He was panting heavily, his face showing the resentment of a young man's competitive spirit, but his eyes remained clear.
Tian Jinzhong scratched his head sheepishly, his face full of joy.
"Junior brother, how old are you? You're already so amazing! In a few years, I'll definitely be no match for you!"
He was completely unaware of anything unusual, simply assuming that he had won by sheer luck.
Zhang Yunyuan left the arena, and the martial arts demonstration continued.
In the next round, Tian Jinzhong faced Zhang Huaiyi.
The result is no suspense.
Zhang Huaiyi didn't even use thunder magic; he simply relied on his superb Golden Light Mantra transformations to easily break through Tian Jinzhong's proud defense within ten moves.
Clean and efficient, without a single unnecessary movement.
As each disciple emerged victorious, only two remained on the entire training ground.
Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi.
All eyes instantly turned to these two universally acknowledged top geniuses of the younger generation at Longhu Mountain.
Zhang Zhiwei remained as lazy as ever, yawning, seemingly uninterested in anything around him.
But just by standing there casually, he exuded an aura of his own, as if he had merged with the surrounding world, and no one dared to underestimate him in the slightest.
Zhang Huaiyi, who was opposite him, remained even more silent.
He stood there quietly, like a bottomless ancient well, his aura completely concealed, revealing not a trace, making it impossible for anyone to fathom his depths.
These three years of arduous training have made him more composed, but also more dangerous.
"Junior Brother Huaiyi, how about we call it quits?"
Zhang Zhiwei scratched his head and said with a reluctant expression.
"Fighting back and forth is pointless. Let's go back and have a couple of drinks. I just got a jar of good wine."
His words elicited a burst of good-natured laughter from the surrounding disciples.
However, Zhang Huaiyi did not laugh.
He raised his head, and for the first time, his deep eyes blazed with an undisguised, fiery fighting spirit as he stared intently at Zhang Zhiwei.
"Big brother."
His voice was hoarse, yet unusually firm.
"Please enlighten me!"
The moment he finished speaking, his entire demeanor changed dramatically.